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Now the funeral grounds are at last awash |
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With the blackness of this frigid autumn night |
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I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow |
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This night shall birth forth our reckoning |
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Hell's jaws now open wide |
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A stare to pierce six feet of soil |
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A love beyond this mortal coil |
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As though you'd never left my side |
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I hold your stiffened body so close to me |
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For years I've lived in a dream |
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Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me |
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I can barely suppress my elation |
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My blood is racing as I strike the lid |
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A quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed |
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So long I've waited for this moment to thrust my fingers deep inside |
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Now you will sing the song of the deceased |
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The ones whose souls will never rest in peace |
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The throes of necromantic lust possess my mind |
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Cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside |
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I feel alive! For once I'm feeling so alive |
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My skin is crawling, I'm completed on this resurrection night |
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From this night achieved a morbid truth |
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Love's bounds post-mortally removed |
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As though you'd never left my side |
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I hold your stiffened body so close to me |
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For years I've lived in a dream |
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Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me |
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In rapture, my mind is lured by my own knife |
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To join this fragile being who sleeps below |
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The reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly |
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Along my impatient veins its steel does graze |
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With the kiss of suicide |
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I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride |
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The silk lining now stained with my offering |
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I embrace the end of my now worthless life |
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Well that was interesting or that was disgusting |
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It's your call |